What if the trees might never bloom
Or the chance to hold again this woman
What if the night might never turn to day
Or the chance to hear her say, don't go, stay
What if the days, the hours the weeks we spend
Forgetting that time is not our friend
To wake one day with the regret
Of three little words, we never said
SC
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this.... strength of the words captured by love... nice
Thank you they were words written for someone I loved, naïve as it reads now, it was true on my part, at that time.